Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.